A Memory Never Lost-Ch1

I hoped he wouldn’t notice me. I was sure he wouldn’t have time to look up into the crowd. I mean he is the goalie he had to keep his eye on the puck. My thought was interrupted by the announcer. ”Here are your Pittsburgh Penguins.” He said as the Penguins skated out onto the ice for their warm-ups. I looked around wondering where Amy was. She was the one who forced me into come to the game. I dreaded coming here. I hadn’t seen him in five years. I could feel tear start to form in my eyes. I still couldn’t believe that Amy would make me come here after what he had done to me.
Memory-
“How could you leave me?” I said still crying on my bed.
“You know I don’t want to, Kait. I would give up my career for you if I could.” He pleaded.
“But, Marc, I could come with you. It’s not that far away.” I said. I wanted him to stay with me. It would be horrible without him.
“You know you can’t come with me. Not all of my games are home ones. Only about 10 out of many are scheduled here. I love you Kaitlyn, and I hope you can forgive me someday.” He said. That was the last thing I heard him say. I laid down crying in my bed for what seemed like weeks.
-End
I pushed the memory out of my mind as Amy walked toward me with two beers in her hands.
“Hey where were you the opening face off is about to begin.” I said as she sat down and handed me my drink.
”Well, you were the one who asked me to get the beer miss lazy pants.” She answered. I gave her a worried look as I said, “What is he sees me?”
“He won’t, and you know that. He doesn’t have time to look into the crowd; he has to keep his eyes on the puck. The only reason he would have a reason to have his eyes off the puck is if he got injured.” She said.
“How could you say that? I shouldn’t even be here. I have work early tomorrow.” I said looking towards the ice for the face off. I heard Amy mumble something but I didn’t pay any attention to her. I took a sip of my beer then settled into my seat right behind the penguins’ benches semi-ready for the game. By the end of the 2nd intermission they were winning against the Devils 4-0. So far Marc hadn’t even had a glimpse up at the crowd, and I was sure I would make it unnoticed.
“Hey did they come back out yet?” Amy asked handing me my second beer.
“Nah, they’ll be out in a couple of minutes.” I answered. Amy and I made some small chat until the penguins came back out. It was halfway through the third period when on of the Devil’s players rammed into Marc. The goal flew off the posts as Marc was slammed into it. The Devils’ player, Peters, tried to jump out of Marc’s way so he wouldn’t land on him. Peters jump didn’t work out so well and his skate gashed Marc’s legs and blood to flow freely onto the ice. I closed my eyes as the medics came onto the ice and tried to stop the blood from coming out. When they stopped the bleeding the medics bandaged the wound the best they could until they went back into the locker room. As they helped Marc up, he looked up towards the benches then more upward. His eyes looked straight into mine then his eyes closed and the medics out him on the gurney and rolled him off the ice.
“He saw me.” I said to Amy as we walked towards the exit.
“I know.” She said not making eye contact.
“Excuse me.” A man said touching my shoulder.
“Yes.” I answered politely.
“Are you Kaitlyn Davis?” He asked.
“I prefer Kait but yes, and you are?” I said looking him in the eye.
“I’m one of the paramedics here and Marc-Andre Fleury wanted me to give this note to you.” He said matter-a-factly. He opened my hand and put the note inside it then turned and walked away. I looked down at the folded note inside my hand.
“Well, aren’t you going to open it?” Amy asked looking at the note too.
“Yea, but not right now. I’ll open it when I get home and tell you about it tomorrow.” I said putting the note in my purse as I chunked my beer cup in the trash.
“OK.” Amy said as we walked out of the arena. Amy opened the car door and I jumped into the passenger side seat. It took about five minutes to get to my house.
“See you tomorrow at work.” She said ending the conversation about how horrible the accident was with Marc.
“Bye.” I said to here as I opened the car door.